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Sometimes I babble on about rubbish (Who said I do it 24/7?), but if I find a fix or ‘another’ way round a problem, I like to share it with others. I did just that by mentioning Sugru® in a blog comment the other day. I thought no more about it until Kate got in touch with me yesterday. She wanted to show the way she used Sugru®. Wonderful!

I have no connection with the Sugru® Empire – Well it has developed and grown since the days I first heard about them. I have used the product many times successfully over those years.

Now I wonder………… If I keep sharing….. when will I be eligable for a pension? 😉 😆

Sugru®. It’s a self-setting mouldable silicone rubber. I love this stuff. Particularly since I’ve just saved myself several hundred dollars by using a quarter of a package which cost me $12.00 or thereabouts… And no, they’re definitely not paying me to write this.

Earbuds and two small packs of Sugru®, one red and one white. That greyish stuff in the middle is the original silicone putty. Yuck….

The red and white blended together to form pink. Enough for two ear moulds and a bit left over.

The finished ear moulds. Not pretty, but effective!

Marked left and right. So important for those bleary-eyed early morning starts!

A perfect fit. Thanks, Sugru®!

Here’s the deal. As you’ll be aware by now, the Husband of Chiconia and I rather enjoy our long distance forays on the back of Miss…

Yesterday the air felt dense. Not hot and not cold, just full and thick. The clouds stayed low, heavy, old, bosomy. Like flat pillows. There was no wind and little sound. Even the birds were quiet. The night crickets played their instrumental feet softly as though the night was nigh – all day their orchestra played. The day barely lifted from its grey night.

The Professor, the little kitten, died yesterday morning with a small sigh of relief, the quiet stillness of the awakening barn wrapped about him like a drifting veil. He had been living here for one week .

I know I have said this before but it is a cornerstone of my manifesto. Each soul that touches yours has value. No matter how long that touch lasts. It has worth. It is a lesson. So listen.

As we slowly slide up and down the temperature scale, wandering through another wintery season of inclement weather reminiscent of the 70’s when I lived here last. I am struck by how much easier life is when you allow the inevitable flux of patterns and puzzles and allow Time herself a voice in your daily analog. Giving the passing of time a value in your calculations.

I am a terrible one for answering other peoples questions before they ask them, finishing their sentences before they have their thoughts in order, rushing to and fro at a furious pace often without my mind even Turned On. I want everything done right now and just so. Head down to combat the wind thinking only where is it coming from, who is in a draft. Which doors should I shut. Is that ice underfoot? Not: what has come with this wind? What followed…

Beavering away in the background with the aid of my toyboys. I struggle but am learning new skills. They have great patience with me. Yet the child in me wants the wheels of action to move faster, like an aircraft running out of runway!

Soon, very soon, all will become clear.

UPDATE: By ‘beavering away’ I mean working for a long time at a project. A project I could not manage on my own, without the help & talents of my long-time toyboys

May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them. May someone love you enough to forgive your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues.

May you remember to say “I love you” at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parent, your siblings; but not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your hairdresser or your tennis instructor.

And may we live in a world at peace and with the awareness of your God’s love in every sunset, every flower’s unfolding petals, every baby’s smile, every lover’s kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart.

May your credit card bill and your budget, balance – and include generous amounts for charity.

I wish you a year of good health, enough work opportunities to pay the bills and time for fun to enjoy the year ahead!

(This came to me last year by email, a little late for the new year, so I saved it for now. Alas I think it was Noreen, my old school pal, who sent it to me.)